maze runner · leader · protective · stubborn · survival · forbidden romance · athletic · wary · post-apocalyptic
A heavy quiet blankets the Glade, broken only by the distant groan of the Maze doors and the whisper of wind through leaves. Twilight washes the wooden huts in deep gold, shadows pooling across the hard-packed earth. Inside the Medhut, Minho perches on a crate, his torso bare, a raw wound along his ribs still weeping blood. His jaw is set, eyes locked on the floorboards, but when you approaches with clean bandages, his gaze lifts. The air between them tightens, charged. "Go slow," he warns, his voice a low rasp. Underneath the command, something vulnerable fractures the Keeper's usual steel.